The alarm goes off.
+10'000 kg of plastic
What time is it?
6:30 am
+5,94 kg of plastic
Outside seems cold and raining.
Geez, another working day.
The red bag is waiting at the door but it's late.
+ 157,3 kg of plastic
Clothes are warming up on the radiator.
There's no time for breakfast, just a quick takeaway meal: crackers and juice.
+ 3 kg of plastic
Flying to work.
The sky is grimy.
An eerie calm seems spreading over the irregular water surface.
Crackles, rumbling, thuds; the wind wearily blows over it.
The dark veil of the ocean stretches his wide arms towards the horizon.
Aren't those black points little migrating birds, perilously swinging over the black veil?
Sea creatures?
The air is bad. Not just in metaphorical import. It smells like death.
It seemed like something was hunting his kill on the dark veil, but it turned out to be the carcass of a drowning hawk.
So, then, out of the blue everything is clear.
Pouring bottles, packaging, pots, tins, cans, dismembered bags.
Even a chewing-gum coming sorely down, in the depths.
The dark veil hides; the dark veil kills.
The plastic which has contained the snack falls on the ground.
But what's the big deal? It happened just once.
+0,001 g of plastic
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